The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming ancient tales under the moon’s soft glow. Two fireflies dance above the water, weaving light into fleeting poems. An old willow dips its branches, listening to the night’s secrets. The air carries the scent of wet earth and blooming night lilies. Somewhere far off, a lone flute plays a melody older than time. In this quiet, the world feels both vast and small—a paradox held in the breath of the wind. The stars blink slowly, guardians ...
The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming ancient tales under the moon’s soft glow. Two fireflies dance above the water, weaving light into fleeting poems. An old willow dips its branches, listening to the night’s secrets. The air carries the scent of wet earth and blooming night lilies. Somewhere far off, a lone flute plays a melody older than time. In this quiet, the world feels both vast and small—a paradox held in the breath of the wind. The stars blink slowly, guardians ...
